Kiss from a Rose

So far Bastien had managed to keep himself relatively calm for the situation, panic pushed away, but for some reason the sight of black blood truly unnerved him. Truly dug in with the message this man is no longer himself. The rose he tossed towards his painting things, hoping that it was still enough in one piece to be planted for Vi. Flinching as the fist came down into the snow next to him, Bastien stared at Jigano for what would have been a few breaths, if his lungs still used air. It seemed the fight had gone out of the blighted bard, at least for the moment, so he tried to slowly pull himself out from underneath him. Sliding his legs away he stood and stared, wondering if he should take Jigano somewhere, leave some kind of message, or...put him out of his misery...? Was that the right thing to do? If it was, he knew he wasn't going to be the man to do it. It was best a decision left to those who knew more about both the bard and the blight, he told himself, hoping that he was not just being a coward. Leaving the majority of his painting things there, he took his satchel and the rose, walking backwards towards the way he had come in so he could keep an eye on Jigano. Bastien I must say, it’s nice This pageant of vice For life’s just the rice But sin is the flavour